#eulogier

she's soaked through to the bone, her fur coat sodden with rain and blonde hair stuck to her cheeks with great streaks of mascara having melted down them too -- what a sight miss sally bowles must look! the englishwoman bustles into the apartment, pushes past roman and holds her hands aloft, " he kicked me out, darling, can you believe? dear, sweet max simply pushed me out the door and took away my key because he's an awful, jealous bore. " she's so sodden she might as well wring herself out, but she doesn't. instead she stands there, dripping on his floor, " well, actually i rather think it was because of you and how much time i've been spending with you! but how can i not? you're.. well.. you're interesting. and american. and he's.. well, he's a frightful drag sometimes, i fear. " she clicks her tongue and looks around her, forever doing something, " i'm simply going to have to stay here with you, oh won't you let me? won't you say yes, sally, stay forever! the winter nights are just too much to handle in my chilly little bed. go on, go on. " @eulogier.

she dips her head, a poor attempt at hiding her widening smile and the way her shoulders jerk. " i'm not! i swear, i'm not. not at you. "

"I think the smart thing would be to leave you well alone actually." She smiles, but her comment is tinged with seriousness. Boys like that will get you killed Cecelia. She can hear her father's warning in her head. Morland Holmes practises a detached parenting style but does at least offer advice every now and again. Just so he can stand over his only daughter's grave and say, I told you so. "I think you'd be shocked at how unloyal dogs are when their masters stop feeding them. You're no use to them dead. Why don't we just get out of here? I've got money. I've got more money than this whole city combined. We could go to America; get the coal out your lungs."

[ 📲 cousin greg ] or is it a heart ?

mutt stares blankly. a pearl of moisture from his latest pull at his water bottle remains on the corner of his mouth. he promptly wipes it away with calloused thumb pad. he looks off into the middle distance somewhere, finally breaking the stare after several more pulses of his heart, ignoring jude.

❛ i think it's kind of nice, actually. ❜ and she really does mean that, surprisingly. there's a bit of a comfort in feeling so small, she finds, especially when so much of her time lately has been spent propped up under a spotlight, blooming larger than life. helps her remember that she's still a real person under all the static. mina's hands slip comfortably into her pockets as she stands next to felix, lips quirking up into a small smile as she lifts her head to glance his way. ❛ bet you're more than used to it now, huh? ❜ she laughs, before her head tilts curiously, her attention turning back towards the silhouettes of trees in the dark. ❛ was it kinda eerie when you were a kid? just having so much ... space everywhere, all the time? feels like it'd be — i don't know, kinda overwhelming. ❜

it was the fact she'd woken up there the next day, that'd startled her; the friends she'd come to the party with were meant to drag her into a taxi, but alas. the young gunner yawns, feels her nose crease as she does, eyes water and she huffs, sitting up on her elbows, looking around the room and blinking blearily in the morning sunlight, " what the fuck.. " groaning, tanya flops back down against the pillow, squinting a little at the sound of movement, " oh, fuckin' nora. " she mutters, trying to catch sight of who it was from where she lay, " fuckin'.. ah. hi. hey. " @eulogier.